The Lich of Glory Knight Spirit: Moving towards Krimasha! Chapter 658 - 19: Witch 2

A plain appearance, plain clothes, let’s not talk about that. The key is the loose hair and the silent, sudden appearance. This is much more terrifying than Simon.

It was only then that Erwin was surprised to realize she had been barefoot the whole ti, without any shoes.

The two of them just sat there quietly.

Dovna squatted down, carefully observing Erwin.

Erwin slightly shrank back a bit, his gaze full of wariness.

It was different from last night. When they t last night, they were separated by bars. Now, Dovna was in the sa cell with him.

"What are you looking at?"

"I’m taking a good look at what soone chosen by justice looks like."

"Have you seen clearly now?"

"Not very clear yet. If you clean up and change clothes, it should be much better. Surely, when a person falls into despair and gets thrown into prison, all covered in filth and blood, they all look about the sa. If they’ve been tortured, they look even more alike. Although you haven’t been tortured, you’re covered in injuries, so you look about the sa." As she spoke, Dovna’s lips slightly curled up, smiling.

Erwin slowly raised his head: "So, did you co here specifically to ridicule ? You won’t be able to laugh for long. Miss Yilin will soon get the ssage. Even if she doesn’t, the fact that we haven’t returned will surely tell Miss Yilin what it ans."

"Hmm... maybe. But that’s a future matter. At least, you’re in my hands now, aren’t you?" Dovna laughed even more heartily.

She slowly widened her eyes. Those eyes were bloodshot, filled with a latent viciousness.

Erwin leaned against the cell wall, simply closing his eyes to pretend to sleep.

However, Dovna didn’t leave. She continued to quietly watch Erwin, as if he was an interesting toy, with full attention.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Erwin finally couldn’t hold back.

"I told you, I just wanted to see what soone chosen by justice looks like," Dovna replied.

"Haven’t you seen clearly yet?"

"But I still want to look more. Or maybe, do sothing. Maybe you could betray your companions."

"Betray my companions?" Erwin was taken aback: "You haven’t caught them yet, have you? I have no idea where they went, so it’s useless to force ."

"But not interrogating seems not to follow procedure."

"What do you an?"

"I an, people who end up in jail usually have a reason to be interrogated, don’t they?"

Erwin suddenly didn’t know what to say, thinking, is this person crazy?

"It’s really abnormal for you to have nothing to ask, and I don’t think you should be so abnormal. In the language of justice, everyone should be treated equally." With that, Dovna widened her eyes, revealing an excited expression.

"How many people have you tortured?" Erwin gritted his teeth.

"One, two, three... four, five." Dovna smiled and said, "You’re just the sixth, but there will probably be many more in the future."

Turning her face, Dovna shouted, "Bring in two people, drag him out for ; I’m going to torture him."

With a "clang," the cell door opened. Two guards ca in. They reached out and lifted Erwin, dragging him out.

Erwin gritted his teeth, not uttering a sound, just staring fixedly at Dovna.

In the long corridor of the prison, the two guards dragged Erwin along. His already injured feet left two long streaks of blood on the ground.

Dovna followed behind, skipping like an excited girl about to go on a picnic.

Soon, Erwin was tightly tied to the cross.

"Give the whip," Dovna turned to the guard beside her.

The guard quickly turned and fetched the whip Dovna wanted.

Dovna held the whip in her hand, playing with it for a while, then looked at Erwin: "I’m about to start, are you nervous?"

"What’s the point of you doing this?" Erwin asked in a sowhat dazed manner.

"I’m happy, my happiness is the most important." Saying this, Dovna raised the whip and lashed Erwin harshly.

Erwin suddenly raised his head, gritting his teeth tightly, cold sweat of pain dripping down.

This lash left his skin split open and flesh exposed.

"That’s right, just like that, endure it, don’t make a sound. If you make a sound, you lose. Hahaha!" Dovna raised the whip, whipping one lash after another, giving it her all.

The maniacal laughter could be heard even from outside the gates of the prison.

However, Erwin didn’t make a sound, stubbornly enduring.

The beating continued, over and over, until Dovna got tired of hitting him, yet Erwin still hadn’t uttered a sound. Even though he was on the verge of fainting, he kept his eyes open, silently watching the panting Dovna.

"You really didn’t make a sound. How boring." Dovna pouted, saying, "The ones I tortured before, they all cried out after a couple of hits. I told them if they begged for rcy, I’d let them go, and they’d really beg. Then I’d tell them I was lying. Hmph... and you really didn’t make a sound. Drag him back, not fun at all."

The two guards who had been standing by quickly stepped forward, untying the almost unconscious Erwin from the crucifix, and dragging him away.

...

They threw Erwin heavily into the cell, locked the door, turned, and left.

...

The sunlight crept little by little through the window into the cell, until it disappeared completely.

As night fell, Erwin was still lying quietly in place, as if dead. During the ti, guards ca in to check twice.

Because the Green-armored Knight, Miller, had co. He also wanted to torture Erwin, but alas, Dovna had beat him to it, and Erwin’s condition was no longer suitable for any more punishnt.

Apart from this, the guards brought a bowl of clear water and half a piece of black bread, leaving them by Erwin.

It wasn’t until midnight that Erwin slowly opened his eyes after a bout of violent coughing.

"Awake?" A voice asked him in the darkness.

"Who?" Erwin slowly turned his eyes.

The cell was exceptionally dark, only a small oil lamp on the distant wall provided light. By the ti it reached Erwin, almost nothing could be seen.

Last night, it was when Dovna ca by that the guards brought a torch and hung it on the iron rack by Erwin’s cell.

"Is it Mr. Simon?" Erwin whispered again.

"Simon? One of the two who escaped, right? I heard the two of you ran away." The voice said softly.

Oh, then it definitely wasn’t Simon.

Erwin slowly closed his eyes again, continuing to lie quietly.

"Man, let tell you, you can’t be like that. If she wants you to scream, you should scream. If she wants you to cry, you have to imdiately cry for her. If she wants you to beg for rcy, then imdiately beg. Maybe at first she’ll hit you even harder, but soon she’ll lose interest in you. If you keep holding on like that, she’ll co hit you every day. Sooner or later, she’ll accidentally beat you to death."

"Who are you?" Erwin opened his eyes again.

"Uh... soone rotting away here. If you give your bread, I’ll tell you sothing else. Anyway, you don’t look like you’re going to eat it, might as well give it to ."

Turning his face, Erwin saw a dirty hand reaching out from the cell next door through the crack in the wall. It looked like a man’s hand, trying hard to grab the half-piece of black bread next to Erwin, but couldn’t reach it no matter what.

The distance was at least thirty centiters short.

Erwin gritted his teeth, moved his foot, and nudged the half-piece of bread over.

The hand quickly grabbed the bread and retreated, and Erwin could clearly feel the person eagerly stuffing the bread into their mouth, even the sound of their breathing had changed.

After a mont, Erwin softly asked, "Tell , who she really is."

"She was originally a girl locked up here, who sold her soul to a demon. Yes, that’s right."

"And you? Who are you?"

"I was the original prison guard here; the first thing she did when she got out was lock up."